Time is flying.

Sometimes I can find moments where everything slows down. This morning I was sitting alone on the cold porch after a long run along the Charles river. My body rapidly decelerating in early morning silence. Enjoying the natural high. Only 10 minutes but wonderful. That feeling is the antithesis of the one I get sitting at my computer.

But then I get reflective.

I’ve dated four women post-******. Crystal. Rachel. Mary. Ashley. and soon Amy.

Crystal the programmer. I was nervous and am sure I didn’t come off well. She was so amped up and I wasn’t ready for it. One date and that was it. She was a video game nerd. I’ll ask to play Spore with her when it comes out later this year.

Rachel the social worker. Rachel really liked me. It’s too bad I didn’t feel it back. Two dates and that was it.

Mary the lawyer. Our first date went well enough, my inexperience showed though. I didn’t realize the impact a martini and Manhattan would have on me. Still we tried to plan a second but it fell through. Her schedule seems insane.

Ashley the advertiser. This is the first one I didn’t put much effort into. I was extremely scruffy. Actually it goes beyond scruffy. I had a godawful scraggly terrorist beard. I wore a crazy looking dark green hoodie adorned with strange forest creatures, and I took her to an Indian buffet. hahaha. ahhhh. What is wrong with me? I don’t think there’s going to be a second with Ashley.

Hopefully Monday with Amy goes better.

I’m terrible at this.